by Becca Little
“You’re sure it isn’t the limp?” My eyes drifted down to his leg.
“I can still hold a gun just fine.” He chuckled lightly. “It’s up to you, really. I’m not going to try and convince you, but I thought I would offer before some young useless boy with a gun runs off with your money.”
“I’ll take any help you can offer.” I dug into my pocket and pulled out some money. “Will this do.”
“I don’t need all of it.” He took the money from me and took what he needed, handing the rest back to me. “Give me a few days and then check the telegram office for a message from Colt Adams.”
The man limped back into the saloon and I walked back to the hotel. I was wary of what he said, but he seemed trustworthy enough. I just didn’t know if he could do what he said. John had hunted down Travis Younger. The lawmen who had taken custody of him obviously did the same, even if they were hunting John instead. The next day, I watched Colt ride away in the train and I walked back towards the saloon, feeling thirsty for another drink. The second I turned around, I saw Caleb behind me.
“That old fool.” He chuckled. “Or maybe you’re the fool.”
“Get out of my way.” I snapped at him angrily.
“If you keep up that attitude, I might decide to just put your boyfriend on the next train instead of riding out of here when the weather warms up.” He shook his head as I walked past him. “You’re lucky I like my horse.”
Chapter 13
I went back to my hotel room and slept, feeling the same despair I felt when my mother passed, although I did feel like there was some semblance of hope on the horizon if things worked out. I checked the telegram office every day, and when one finally came, Colt said the search continued. Two weeks passed without word and I started to get nervous. The winter was fading, almost to the point the nights weren’t freezing. I left the telegram office after another day without news and I saw Sheriff Boyd approaching.
“Ms. Cartwright.” He took me by the arm. “Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” I asked as he walked me behind the jail.
“The lawmen are heading out tomorrow. I’m going to sneak you in so you can see John one more time.” He walked towards the back entrance.
“You called him John.” I stopped in my tracks and stared at him.
“I’ve been spending a lot of time talking with him, Ms. Cartwright. I don’t believe for a second he’s the man the lawmen described. I wish there was more I could do, but I can at least let you see him before he’s gone.” He pulled open the door and motioned for me to enter.
John stood with a smile when he saw me approaching. He was thinner, with a beard that had grown out from his time in the cell. Neither one of the lawmen were inside, so I ran straight to the tell and reached through the bars. He took my hands in his and pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine. I didn’t care that the cold steel was between us, I was just happy to feel any part of his warmth. He kissed me for almost a full minute before finally pulling away and lifting a hand to wipe away my first tear.
“Don’t cry, Jessy.” He sighed. “You need to be strong and look after your farm. Everything is in the books, just follow the prices I laid out. Don’t let the men from the market take advantage of you like they did your mother.”
“I don’t give a damn about the farm.” My tears ran down my face faster then he could wipe them away. “I only care about you.”
“Okay, Ms. Cartwright.” Sheriff Boyd’s voice interrupted the moment. “This is all the time I can give you.”
“Just a little longer, please…” I begged, looking over my shoulder at Sheriff Boyd.
“You have to go now.” John squeezed my hand. “The lawmen have already threatened to report him to the governor for interfering and bringing you here to begin with. I don’t want him to get in trouble.”
John pulled me close for another kiss and then Sheriff Boyd ushered me out through the door I came in. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. As long as John was there, I felt like he was close enough for me to touch if I absolutely had to. When they rode away with him, that would be gone. I knew I would never see him again. Even if I followed them to Oklahoma, I wouldn’t find a lawman nice enough to let me see him. The stories I had heard about the prisons made my skin crawl thinking about John facing those torturous conditions every day of his life.
***
I woke up early the next morning and stared out my window. I felt like I was awaiting my own execution. When the town started to come to life, I walked downstairs and sat on the porch. I saw Caleb and the other lawman leave the saloon a short while later with a bottle wrapped in cloth. They started saddling their horses and I felt the tears coming up in my eyes again. The next glimpse I got of John would be the last one I had. It would be the last memory before he was ripped out of my life forever. Once their horses were saddled, they walked John’s white mare over and started getting it ready as well, attaching chains to the saddle.
“John!” I yelled when he appeared at the door, being led out of the jail by Sheriff Boyd.
“Get her.” Caleb motioned to the other lawman when I ran towards them.
“Keep her your hands off of her!” John pulled against his chains when the man wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Enough!” Sheriff Boyd pulled his gun from his holster. “Let her go, let her see him, and then you can be on your way.
“You don’t tell me what the fuck to do.” Caleb reached for his gun.
“Don’t do it.” Sheriff Boyd pulled the hammer back on his gun. “You’ll be dead before it even leaves the leather.”
“Whatever.” Caleb moved his hand away from his gun. “You can deal with the governor when he sends a replacement for you.”
“That’s fine.” Sheriff Boyd spat on the ground.
I ran to John and he took me in an embrace, even with the chains holding his wrists together. I squeezed him as hard as I could, crying into his shirt. I never wanted to let him go. I would have gladly been saddled up next to him and led away to prison as well. Caleb and the other lawmen didn’t try to separate us, but Sheriff Boyd eventually holstered his gun and walked over. He put his hand on John’s shoulder and John started to release his grip on me. He pulled away as I clung to his shirt with tears rolling down my face. I could hear the sound of the train in the distance as he was led to his horse.
“I love you, John.” I tried to fight back the tears. “I’ll wait for you.”
“You’ll be waiting a long time.” Caleb shook his head as he put a foot in his stirrup.
John sat in his saddle with his head down. It took everything in me not to run to him again, but Sheriff Boyd held my arm in a tight grip. A crowd started to gather. Some of them were there to see the criminal being led from town and some were there to gather loved ones from the train station. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone waving to me. I lifted my head and saw Colt approaching, dragging his foot on the ground. I thought he was alone at first, but then I saw two men dressed in dark blue suits following him. My heart started beating fast in my chest.
“Stop right there.” Colt said as he got closer.
“What do you want?” Caleb sneered at him.
“These men are Pinkertons.” Colt motioned to the two men behind him. “They just caught Travis Younger.”
“What!?” Caleb roared. “You’re a fucking liar. I got Travis Younger right here.”
“If I didn’t see him with my own eyes, I’d believe you were telling the truth.” The larger of the two Pinkerton detectives said as he stepped forward. “We found him holed up with an Indian whore near Choctaw. We found bags of money from one of his robberies, with the bank’s name still on them, stuffed in his fireplace.”
“That’s bullshit.” Caleb swung over his saddle and dropped to the ground. “Where’s the proof?”
“Right here.” The Pinkerton detective reached into his suit and pulled out a piece of paper. “It’s a letter from the sheriff
in Choctaw, confirming he was turned over to the government, and giving me the right to collect the bounty.”
“Let’s go.” Caleb opened the letter and then threw it on the ground. He spat on it and motioned for the other lawman to follow him. They rode away, leaving John chained to his horse.
“Well then…” Sheriff Boyd started to remove the chains. “It looks like you’re a free man, Mr. Bradford.”
“Thank you!” I ran over and nearly tackled Colt as I hugged him.
A short while later we gathered in the saloon with the Pinkerton detectives and Colt filled us in on the arrest. Travis Younger had taken full advantage of everyone believing John Bradford was him. He was living it up, spending more money than he should have, and there were a few suspicious people in the area already asking questions. When Colt walked into the Pinkerton office and told them about John—and the nice reward—they were all too happy to help him. It was an easy arrest with no competition since nobody was looking for Travis Younger once the telegram arrived stating John was in custody.
Chapter 14
“I never thought I would see this place again.” John opened the door and walked into the house.
“You’re never leaving again.” I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Everything is okay now.” He lifted my chin and kissed me. “Travis Younger is in custody.”
“I missed you so much.” I reached down and started stroking his cock through his pants. “I don’t want to waste another minute. I want to be yours in every way.”
He started to undress me as we kissed and I pulled his shirt off after tugging at the buttons. We hurried up the stairs until we got to my room, kissing as we walked towards the bed. I didn’t want to pleasure him with my mouth or feel his tongue between my legs. I wanted him to take my virginity and claim my innocence as his own. He finished undressing me and slid into bed, hovering over me as his lips started moving down my body. He kissed my breasts and I ran my hands down his back, leaning up into him. When he finally got down to my belly button and circled it with his tongue, I shook my head.
“I don’t want your tongue.” He lifted his head to look at me as I spoke. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Why Jessy Cartwright.” He smiled. “We’re not even married.”
“Then you should have married me before you left, because I’m not waiting any longer.” I gave him a playful smile as he slid his hands down to my thighs.
I was already wet when his finger pushed into my tightness. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside my pussy. I had been ready for him to make love to me long before he was taken, and I had no intention of waiting any longer. He slid his finger in and out, stretching me slightly as he pressed against my hymen. He put a hand under each thigh and lifted my legs, sliding into position with his cock against my wetness. I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t care. I wanted it as much as I had wanted him to be freed from his cell. He let his cock linger there for a moment, staring into my eyes.
“You’re sure that you are ready for this?” He pressed it against my pussy.
“Yes. I want to be the one you love forever…” I shook my head eagerly.
“You already are.” He leaned over and kissed me, still holding his cock against my pussy.
He started to work his cock inside of me as he kissed me. I was burning up with desire, not wanting him to hold back. My pussy was stretched to accommodate him as the head of his cock pressed against my hymen. He withdrew it and then slid it in again, continuing to press on the last symbol of my virginity. After a few gentle thrusts, he pushed his cock in a little harder, shattering my hymen and sliding deeper inside of me. I tensed up as my body adjusted to his cock, widening my vaginal cavity to allow him to continue penetrating me. He was gentle and although it hurt, I wanted him to keep going. I wanted to feel the pleasure of our embrace and I knew it would come once I was adjusted. The hints of it were already building beneath the discomfort.
Each time he kissed my neck or sucked on my earlobe, I could feel my whole body begging for more. I wrapped my hands around his back and ran my fingers through his hair. His muscled chest was absolutely perfect in every way. His naked flesh against mine felt wonderful, like two lit matches ignited in passion as we kissed and moved against each other. He slowly moved his cock inside of me, pulling it out to the edge of my pussy and then sliding it in again. He wasn’t all the way in, but the distance he had already claimed was starting to feel better as he continued his slow and steady thrusts.
“Keep going.” I begged. “I want to feel it all.”
He let out a grunt of pleasure and nodded as he picked up the pace. He slid a little deeper every few thrusts, letting me adjust before he started to slide to that point with every thrust. His cock finally slid deep and I felt his hips against me. I twisted my face as the last part of my pussy was stretched, waiting on my body to adjust to it. I could see the hunger I had seen in his eyes before when he was able to pick up the pace with his entire cock inside of me. The pain only lasted for a few minutes, and then I felt his touching a spot deep inside my pussy that was sensitive and filled with pleasure.
“That feels good.” I put a hand on each of his hips and started raising mine up to meet his thrusts.
The hard knot that seemed to bring me to the most pleasure when he licked it got tough and tight against the grinding of his body on mine. The pace started off fairly slow, but once he had me stretched out and his cock was easily moving in and out of my wet pussy, he picked up the momentum. The combination of his cock inside of my pussy while he rubbed against me sent me to a point of pleasure I had never felt before. My breathing picked up and the bed started to rock with each of his powerful thrusts.
“Daddy, it feels so good.” I said with a lingering moan.
“I can make you feel this good all of the time.” He kissed and sucked on my ears as his hips got even faster.
Our bodies became intertwined, covered in sweat, and melded together as one. The emotions inside were confusing, but they felt so perfect. His body was pounding against me and the pleasure was impossible to escape. I started to feel the familiar yearning of my own body, begging for a sweet release. His breathing picked up as I was trapped in wave after wave of moans. The moment was ours and I was craving my orgasm. After another ten minutes of working his cock in and out of my pussy, I felt it tighten around his cock. It was almost a spasm as my tummy clenched and I let out the loudest moan of my life.
The sensation started deep within me and started to roll down the walls of my vaginal cavity before nearly blinding me with unyielding passion. His hips started to grind against me the way he did when he was in my mouth, and then that same motion started again. I could feel the heat of his cum unloading inside of me. His thrusts got quicker and more erratic as he released his seed. He continued, even after leaving his mark inside of me, until another orgasm engulfed my body. It wasn’t as powerful or as long as the first one, but it still left me sweating and panting with furious passion.
“We definitely need to start doing that—like all the time.” I felt his arms wrap around me.
“Every bit of you belongs to me now.” He put his finger on my lips and then slid them down my sternum and my stomach until it was against my pussy. “Anything I want, whenever I want it.”
“You won’t get any complaints from me.” I closed my eyes and snuggled close to him.
Chapter 15
After the winter broke and we officially started working again on the farm, John lined up workers and got things moving quickly. He spread the farm out into some of the acreage we never got to use, even when my father was alive and business was booming. He had a remarkable business sense and would return from town with books on agriculture and other facets of farm life. He talked about rotating crops, building a larger barn for more livestock, and seemed to be driven to take everything to the next level. Unfortunately, that took a lot of his time, which meant less time for me.
“Daddy…” I tug
ged on his sleeve as the night wore on. “Can’t we go to bed now?”
“Just a little bit longer.” He reached over and squeezed my hip. “Trust me, I want to take you upstairs just as much as you want to go, but I need to plan out a few more things.”
“Fine…” I muttered. “I’ll just go start without you.”
“You do that and you’re going to get a spanking when I come upstairs.” He pointed at me and tilted his head in a slightly threatening manner.
I walked up the stairs with a smile on my face. It had been a while since I had been over his knee for a spanking, and I was craving the release they used to bring when I got my daily bedtime spanking. I stripped off my clothes and waited with my pussy getting wet. When I heard him walking up the stairs, I ran my finger between my legs and started circling the hard knot where I felt the most pleasure. I moaned as he got closer. He pushed open the door and shook his head with a grin on his face.
“You must want a spanking.” He started to remove his shirt.
“Maybe…” I grinned and continued to rub myself.
“I should take you to the woodshed.” He walked over and reached for my arm.
“No…” I shook my head back and forth as he lifted me up. “Just a spanking…”
“You’re lucky my feet are tired.” He pulled me across his knee and swatted my bottom. “Otherwise we’d be going for a walk.”
“Just spank me already.” I wiggled my bottom at him.
It was a little playful, but he still brought his hand down hard. I squirmed, rubbing my hip against his cock as he started to really lay them on my unprotected, bare bottom. I really started to realize how much I missed being spanked when my bottom started to sting. It was a way for me to let go of all my emotions and my thoughts. I was so turned on that I probably could have had an orgasm just from the vibrations inside of my pussy when he landed his hand near the edge of my bottom. I started bringing my hips up to meet his hand as it came down, only flinching away when it really stung.